Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

it was the words pack that had the girl remember suddenly that she had little idea of who the girl was, exactly, besides a name and a few moments of interaction. still, when she offered her proposal, it did not take more than a moment of hesitation for the girl to agree, carefully, with a nod. "yes - thank you." she scented the air, then, now that she wasn't in the bottom of a hole, finding that packscent to be semi-familiar, and, the barest scent to of -  "you know screech?" 

it was remarkably faint, but there and she knew it well enough to pick it out. immediately, she wondered if it had been bad to admit knowing him; it was hard to tell what kind of reaction his name would elicit. probably a bad one, she realized with a slight sinking feeling, but it was too late now. she shifted on her three limbs, allowing her forelimb to brush against the ground just barely.